Happy Happy Randomness

People seem to appreciate randomness. So here we go. Things I found on my computer while I was supposed to be doing something else.

These first ones are VERY embarassing. Have a listen. And have another.
Um, these were demos I made about 2 years ago for a job of some kind. Especially endearing is the "Uh huh, life's like this" in the beginning of Complicated.

And this is my likeness as drawn by Yoko Matsuoka about a year and a half ago. It kinda speaks for itself, don't it.

I sorta remember having had this up here before. In any case, it's a beautiful picture and I miss it very much. Getting yanked into the water and everything. I really do miss it.

This is a picture which, I daresay, does not do very well to flatter either of us. Steve and I took it to use on an appeal newsletter that we made when we thought we were going to Mexico. My goodness, how things change. Haha, it's almost embarassing.

Yet again a not-at-all-flattering picture of a not-at-all-flattering experience. A drenched Florence trying to retain her dignity crawling up out of the lake after having capsized her canoe.

AHHH!!! The crazy days in Shiz. Really seriously some heavy stuff. I think this was one of our happier moments.

I have NO idea what's going on in this picture. But Steve's lying down and...Gabe seems to be up in arms about it. All I remember is something about Jesse poking Steve all the time with his cigar.Haha. This picture we never used for anything because we were all squinting into the sun. I think I was the only one that managed to pull it off with some sort of sophistication, but I look like the farmer's wife in "Babe".

And lastly, I leave you with something I found that I don't remember having written:

Counting on my fingers
The hours, the minutes, the seconds...

Counting on your fingers
All the different parts of you
That will be inside of me
Counting on my toes
The arches of desire
How many times they appear
And reappear

Counting on my body
To savor these chords
When they're sour, discordant and severed
Counting on you
To hold me when your arms ache
When the music is done

Counting on my fingers
The hours, the minutes, the seconds...
Counting on your fingers
How many times I can kiss
Each flavored fingertip